South Park One-shots (taking requests)

❤️‍🩹Together - Creek❤️‍🩹

Story info
Ages- 16-17
Story Type- Angst
Ship- Craig x Tweek
TWs- Self-harm(burning), abuse

Craigs POV

I sit calmly on my bed in my room, quietly listening to my mom and dad argue. A lot of people assume that my family is perfect. Nothing could possibly be wrong in the Tucker's household.

The arguing starts to get louder. I grab my lighter and I climb into my closet. I shut myself in and turn on the battery-operated lights.

The flame flickers gently. I love the look of the flame flickering from the lighter. I hold my breath as I take the flame against my arm. Not long enough to seriously burn me but enough to make it hurt pretty badly.

A minute later I have five burn marks trailing from my wrist to just under the crease of my elbow. I sigh and in one swift motion, I put my lighter into my pocket and grab my phone out.

First, I log onto "I Am Sober" and reset my clock. Two weeks down the drain. Two weeks. Then I text Tweek. My (anxious and super supportive ) boyfriend, Tweek.

Craig- Tweek

Tweek- Hi <3

Craig- Can I come over?

Tweek- like right now?

Craig- yea, it's ok if ur busy tho

Tweek- no I'm free I was just making sure I understood, cya in 10? :)

Craig- Yea, thx love

Tweek- <3

I shut my phone off and slid it into my pocket. I crawl out of the closet, shutting the lights off as I leave. I grab an old empty backpack from under my bed and throw my phone charger, sweater, and a snack into it. I pull the straps over my shoulders.

I stare at myself in the mirror that's on the back of the door. Black skinny jeans with rips in the knees, a blue T-shirt with a fading, cartoony yellow star in the middle, and of course my black Converse. Oh shit. I need to hide the burn marks. I could just put on a sweater but it's always so fucking hot in Tweek's house. I grab a pair of black fingerless gloves. They work perfectly, hiding the burns on my arm.

I sneak down the stairs, out my front door, and into the spring sun. Another reason Tweek would worry if I wore a sweater is that it's fairly warm outside today. Not that he doesn't know that I self-harm but he thinks the last time I relapsed was 2-months ago. I don't want him to stress over me. He already stresses enough.

I don't hide my burns from my family because it's not like my dad doesn't do worse. Small burn marks are nothing compared to some of the bruises I have from that bastard.

I get to Tweek's house and I wrap Tweek in a hug when he opens the door. His parents aren't home, they're at the coffee shop he explains.

We go to his room and lie next to each other on his big bed. Our fingers are intertwined and we just stare at his ceiling for a minute. Not doing anything but that's fine because I just like being around him.

"W- Why'd uh- you wanna come over?" Tweek says, clearly a bit nervous.

I sigh "My parents were arguing again." This isn't new information to Tweek, he knows that they argue pretty much all the time. He squeezes my hand.

Tweek twitches a little bit next to me and I look over at him. He looks at me and twitches again. "I know... that you...uh... bu- burnt yourself," he mumbles his voice barely coming out as a whisper. "I saw the li- lighter. it's sticking out of your pocket."

I feel tears welling in my eyes "Sorry," I squeak. Tweek squeezes my hand tightly and lays on top of me to wrap me in a hug.

Tears start to form in his eyes too. "You don't need to be sorry," He sniffles into my chest. "You know you can- talk to me right?" He asks
While putting an arm on either side of me to push up and hold himself over me so he can look at my face. I blush a little, even in a moment like this I can't help but get butterflies, I like him on top of me what can I say?

"Yeah..." I mumble. He kisses me softly yet passionately and then flops back down next to me.

"I don't care what I'm doing. Just c- call me," he tells me and then plants a kiss on my cheek.

It's really fucking hard to stay sober.

"We can handle it together," he says squeezing my hand again.

I turn my head toward him and whisper "I'll try, to call you when I need it." This time it's my turn to plant a kiss on his cheek. I wipe the tears from under my eyes gently.

Maybe shit sucks and maybe I hate myself but at least we're together. I love Tweek. So much. At least I'm not completely alone in this messy world. A little part of me believe the world can be alright as long as we're together. Together, I smile.